Welcome, Cinematic Fanatics, to Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile f****** cinephile. For your denary episode, I offer a millennium ending, horror/action blending, J.C. ascending, Gabriel Byrne-in-hell descending, satanic violence rending, ammo spending, holy scripture offending, high Austrian Oak's salary spending, Y2K-pending dark, dimly-lit film that deftly, albeit darkly, captures an urban, unholy war, oft entertaining-- never a bore-- auricular presentation of one of my most favorite, end-of-year seasonally re-watched, dated-- by some: hated, by me: advocated slick apocalyptic flick witnessed by the aged, tried, haunted eyes and walked through with the muscular thighs of my main man… Arnold fuc**** Schwarzenegger, working off timely and urgent subject matter capturing the critter-infested, city congested and ripped pectoral chested protagonist in an unsettling, shadowy gloom laden gloss: End of Days, circa November 1999.

This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a quartet of genres: action, horror, mystery and thriller. It transitions so seamlessly between genres and oft simultaneously, in such a way, that you process it as a simple study in filmmaking sleekness. I have adored this film since the unique treat of my first unauthorized theatre viewing at the precipice of the new millennium, which I survived without pain, unlike Jericho fuc**** Cain. Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair, I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as we unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick. End of Days is the flick, so very slick, hence my fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. I am your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this slick-flick-pick prize.

Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Pick 10, as in 10, the end of single digit numerals as we delve into double digits, a new century of numbers, a new millennium of slick fstars flicks; this is the dawn of a new aural display and fresh, wicked wordplay. Pick 10: Slick Flick Pick: Lucifertilize (End of Days, 1999) Today, we discuss: a betrayal provincial and city sinful... rife with shadows, candles, cultists and pentagrams, the prince of darkness's deals-turned-scams and to Satan's slaughter-- goes one tongueless lamb. Technically, Lucifer's first crime is a dine and dash, he bought the gal wine before the bright fire flash. 

- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet 

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.

Greetings Cinematic Fanatics, in this particular case, you Hellbound Book Hounds! The only thing more satisfying than a gorgeous and flawlessly executed standalone Slick Flick Pick is one that honors, if not exceeds, the splendor of its novel source material. Sometimes a screenplay, or film, has been novelized into a riveting read; conversely, an analogue bound book is oft condensed and converted, via a complex digital undertaking, to a cinematic adaptation. Some of the very slickest, sleekest, passionately picked flicks I've had the pleasure of enjoying originated with a Slick Page Flip I took pride in perusing. The age old debate remains as heated and vitriolic as ever, the lingering, pesky, vexing question: is the slick flick pick better than the slick page flip? Sometimes this answer proves easier than slicing your finger's flesh on the corner of a page in a hellbound book; I offer the example of Annihilation, the flick is superior to the novel--but not vastly so-- while no doubt novel, source--however the Slick Page Flip of Jurassic Park outshines the merit of its cinematic expression, and there is no dearth of merit to that Slick Flick Pick. While I will not perform this companion, contrast/comparison analysis between the primitive novel and polished flick on every Slick Flick Pick, I will grant you the gift of an either/or/both discussion when I find the right pairing of bound paper and waxy film. Enjoy you Hellbound Book Hounds and Cinematic Fanatics as I investigate these various bound collections and similar comparisons to their corresponding flick-- keep track and publish ,through aurally pleasing perusal, each slick flick/page flip pleasure on my Chemohawk rack.

Here, we unwind some novel binding for this is where final cut greets papercut!

The Slick Flick Pick we will be discussing: Pick 9: Slick Flick Pick: Hellbound Books (The Ninth Gate, 1999) and while that flick was undoubtably slick we can examine that slickness with the slick bound binding of El Club Dumas.

Lucas Corso remains blood slick bound and gripped by manuscript!

Today you are gifted a premiere episode: **Premiere of Slick Page Flip** Hellbound Binding 1: Slick Page Flip: Par Deux(ma); (Book Comparison/Corso Corollary to The Ninth Gate film and El Club Dumas novel)

- Your freestyle logophile: Falsetto Prophet

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.

Welcome, Cinematic Fanatics, to Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You're my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile cinephile. For your nonary episode, I offer a mysteriously supernatural, otherworldly occult, rare audible bookshop of a Corso cigarette-smoke filling, chilling and fulfilling auricular presentation of one of my most favorite, annually re-watched, cultish, noirish slow-burning but never boorish film shown, vicariously, through the opportunistic, shady, hellbound bookbinding-detecting eyes of our favorite poor man's John Constantine: Dean Corso… played by the unusually subdued, but still slick dude, Mr. Depp. Dean wears a skinny tie, because he's a lean, hungry, restless and sly fstars guy, while Boris Balken is deft at the dark art of the lie, but inept at saying, to Dean on any phone, bye-bye. This flick flows at an agonizing slow burn pace working loosely off the novel: The Club Dumas, directed deftly by the capable, albeit smarmy, greasy, banished from America hands of Roman Polanski capturing the picturesque European locations, the plume from Corso's chain-smoking vice sticks, the black magic book bindings and oozing dark, ritualistic intrigue in an unmistakably slick, sleek gloss: The Ninth Gate, circa August 1999. Dean Corso may get bit, clubbed, seduced, deceived and wounded but this film was not wounded financially in international markets, and though the reviews were conflicting, this flick is no less addicting. This is the most confident, creative and captivating 90's satanic, occult-mystery-suspense odyssey I had the pleasure of viewing. Depp's ease and subtle swagger steals this slow-burning, nerve-churning, Satan-summoning self-burning, cross-country travels enduring, rare antiquities and coveted collections earning, oft forgotten, but never forsaken, slick flick. In honor of this Slick Flick Pick unveiling, I describe, through smooth detailing, this flick's slickness unfailing, ceaseless suspense prevailing and esoteric, intelligent not mumbo jumbo dialogue regaling. This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a quintet of genres: mystery, suspense, horror, neo-noir and occult. It transitions so seamlessly between genres and oft simultaneously, in such a way, that you process it as a simple study in filmmaking sleekness. This NINTH edition of Slick Flick Pick will dissect the devilish details of The Ninth Gate. Ninth episodic edition of the Ninth gate… coincidence or something more? Ever since I viewed this satanic cult classic, I've enjoyed at an almost dark spiritual level. I thought I was alone until my former Starbucks compadre, GG, made known his mutual adoration for this understated slick flick pick. My ninth SFP selection surpasses coincidence into something far more, from Green Eyes to the Babylon beast whore, this is an explicit exorcism of the delicious demons of this oft forgotten film. Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, and marvel at The Ninth Gate flick, so very slick, hence my fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. I'm your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement and, God-willing, the demonic 9th Gate unlock.

Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Pick 9: Slick Flick Pick: HellBOUND Books (The Ninth Gate, 1999). - Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet

P.S. *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla. F.C.F.U. #1 B.B. Hensley is the "BB" from Max Payne. F.C.F.U. #2 Reference assistance: The Ninth Gate: Occult and Tarot-like symbolism in the engravings by Aristide Torchia and Lucifer... David Rodger.

Welcome, Cinematic Fanatics, to Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile f****** cinephile. For your octonary episode, I offer a congressionally selected film successfully admitted into the National Film Registry as it proved culturally, historically and/or aesthetically significant thrilling war, frequently fulfilling-- but never a bore-- auricular presentation of one of my most favorite, frequently re-watched, semi-contemporary war/antiwar film shown, vicariously, through the eager, haunted, energetic eyes of my main man… Jeremy fuc**** Renner, working off an unassuming and organic screenplay capturing the heat, blood, fear and sand, in a riveting quasi-documentary gloss: The Hurt Locker, circa September 2008. This flick is sleek, with a focused plot unique and, based on all of the reviews I perused…immune from critique. This locker may be hurt, but the film was not hurt critically or financially, this is the best, most confident, creative and singularly focused post-Iraq-invasion-war-film made with frenetic, kinetic, cinematic handheld-cam shots, claustrophobic close-ups and desolate desert shots that accelerate your heart rate for William James is wild, slick, sometimes a dick, at times a child, but always an intense, superlative expert diffusing the lethal left behinds misused by a bomb maker's escalating twisted fstars design. Renner's naturalness and acting prowess steals this lauded, applauded show, for he casually struts to where they won't go and delicately diffuses situations before he, his team and city blocks, up, they blow. In honor of this Slick Flick Pick unveiling, I describe, through smooth detailing, this flick's slickness unfailing, ceaseless suspense prevailing and raw dialogue regaling. This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a trio of genres: war, drama, and suspense/thriller. It transitions so seamlessly between genres and oft simultaneously, in such a way, that you process it as a simple study in filmmaking sleekness. I have adored this film since the unique treat of my first blu-ray viewing. Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair, I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as we unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick. The Hurt Locker is the flick, so very slick, hence my fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. I am your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this slick-flick-pick prize.

Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Pick 8: Slick Flick Pick: I Vote Renner Oscar Winner; (The Hurt Locker, 2008) Today, we discuss: a war-torn city forlorn... rife with blood, sweat, sand and gunslingers, the unmistakable look of Renner's fingers and you will leave this slick flick shaken, overtaken with a worldly warring weariness that lingers. - Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.

F.C.F.U(Fact-Check Follow up) Ebert awarded Point Break 3.5 stars and awarded Zero Dark Thirty 3 stars. 

Welcome, Cinematic Fanatics, to Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile cinephile. For your septenary episode, I offer a financially demoralized, critically polarized, with frenetic, kinetic cinematic handheld-cam shots of your own point of view, that accelerates your heart rate for this flick is wild, slick and fuc**** great, Basset's acting prowess adds muscular weight, this flick ends with one earned fstars kiss we cannot dismiss, while I admit there are plot threads amiss, and memories of Juliette's "Faith" are far from bliss, but to those critics who this cyberpunk thriller diss, at them I happily hiss for they are just taking the piss and remain remiss as this is one hard to find flick that I often miss. I offer you, regarding this cyberpunk, thriller, drama film-- but also a telling, trenchant political film and cult fantastic classic, enflamed city of angled reality streets, both enflamed with passion and in literal fstars flames, far removed from the wealthy, the haves, the rich, embracing their apocalyptic turn-of-the-millennium futuristic niche, where SQUID heads do glitch and Lenny does twitch, where armored cars transport the rich, ahead of its time, but also timely auricular presentation of one of my most favorite, seldom watched, well-acted and shot with slick gravitas, by a trio comprised of two dames and one lame working off wholly original source material and capturing the grimy, slimy, Lenny, the Limey, coasting through the dire, deadly checkpoints of a hellish L.A. landscape in a slick flick sheen: Strange Days, circa October, 1995. This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a quartet of genres: cyberpunk, thriller, drama and political. Mace's fit, lean, capable physique, the saving Mace of the film immune to critique, though this flick's future is fstars bleak, and the main male protagonist… saddeningly weak, and sickeningly meek, badass bodyguard Mace maintains her mystique, and Bigelow commands filmmaking respect through capable technique. This flick is unique, sleek and grungily chic. Lenny is the pathetic protagonist smut-peddling, Mace is the femme-fatale heroine, to the viewer and Lenny, welcoming, and Max is the meddling, former cop, investigator with a wig reveal unsettling. Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair, I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as I unwind the daily grind with a slick flick pick. Strange Days is the flick, so very slick, hence my fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. I am your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this slick-flick-pick prize.

Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Pick 7: Slick Flick Pick: City of Angled Reality (Mace, the bodyguard you embrace); (Strange Days, 1995) Today, we discuss: a city of falling angels in decline, jacking memories into your brain's mainline, uproar, unrest and upheaval from injustice and cracks in a socially volatile fault line, and pining for Lornette "Mace" Mason who we'd happily wine and godd*** dine. - Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.

"Flicks are meant to fade, but not Slick Flick Picks...

The memory of Mace-- you don't erase." -Falsetto 

Welcome, Cinematic Fanatics, to Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile cinephile. For your senary episode, we offer an applauded, critically lauded, with captivating cinematic shots of New Mexico (passing for Texaco), but we'll pretend it's the Lone Star State for this flick is fucking slick and fstars great, Bridge's acting heft adds some weight, this flick ends, not in raucous gunplay, but with a quiet debate, as Toby and Marcus opine their fate, for a future gunfight-- they set a date, they both appreciate that they both lost a mate, but as pumpjacks pump oil, the ex-lawman's eyes fill with hate. We offer you, regarding this neo-western, crime drama film-- but also a quietly drastic political film and a cult fantastic classic, backwater towns far removed from the rich, embracing their lived in neo-western niche, where tweakers do tweak and Tanner does twitch, where stolen cars are bulldozed in a ditch, slow burning but always churning auricular presentation of one of my most favorite, oft re-watched, well-acted and shot with slick gravitas, by a combo of brotherly protagonists and one weary, but still slick, antagonist, working off wholly original source material and capturing the desolate, dusty, cracked and dried landscape in a slick flick sheen: Hell of High Water, circa August 2016. This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a quartet of genres: neo-western, crime, drama and suspense. I've adored this film since the unique treat of my first at home viewing. Toby's committed position of familial responsibility--steering his boys from destitution cuts deeper than even his sole blood brother. He is lean and mean with a spare, bare life, but will provide for his estranged wife. Toby and tanner stir a brotherly cauldron of cowpoke chili chemistry halfway to a west Texas earthquake, as the lone-star-sun sets, they sip Lone Star Beer to cool their sun-drenched bake, her stolen bank bills tip, the ranger does take, and Tanner getting sloppy was his first mistake. Toby is the anti-hero, estranged from his wife, sporting a Tombstone mustache… sharper than knife, but today it's J-Dawg and Falsetto, who speak with such fuc**** conviction, you'd think there were TEN of us. Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair, I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as I unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick. Hell or High Water is the flick, so very slick, hence my fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. I am your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this slick-flick-pick prize.

Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Pick 6: Slick Flick Pick: Rocking Chairs and Lethal Stares--Gunplay, Wordplay that subvert cliché (Hell or High Water, 2016) Today, we discuss: ramshackle towns in decline, robbing to enrichen your bloodline, thinking twice before, bank documents, you sign, and pining those blue peepers of Chris fuc**** Pine. - Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet and special guest, J-Dawg!

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.

F.C.F.U: 12 died and 27 were injured at the A&M bonfire tragedy.

*I apologize for listing this film as 2014, cinematic fanatics*

Welcome, Cinematic Fanatics, to Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick explaining series. You're my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile cinephile. For your quinary episode, we offer a financially victorious, critically meritorious, filming with 35 mm film Club Fever, digital filming in the streets of Max, the believer, and, Vincent, the stray gray deceiver, violence slick, sleek, sparing and notorious, and one Club Fever frenetic-gunplay-display uproarious slick flick that oozes slick narration, a lean, linear pace, and both the fastest and shortest killer of the human race-- in equal Michael Mann directed measures. We offer you, regarding this neo-noir, action thriller-- but also an L.A. crime cult fstars fantastic classic, a gray suited, gray bearded, gray haired but NEVER dull nor gray auricular presentation of one of my most favorite, frequently re-watched, well-acted and shot(by Tom Cruise in 1.3 seconds in the alley scene)… with slick gravitas, by a cooperative and collaborative duality of meek protagonists and a sleek antagonist, working off wholly original source material and capturing the sprawled out, disconnected City Of Anonymity in a slick flick sheen: Collateral, circa August 2004. In honor of this Slick Flick Pick unveiling, we describe, through smooth detailing, this flick's slickness unfailing, urban-shark-circling prevailing and refreshingly direct dialogue regaling. This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a quartet of genres: neo-noir, action, thriller and crime. It transitions so seamlessly between genres and oft simultaneously, in such a way, that you process it as a simple study in filmmaking sleekness. I have adored this film since the unique treat of my first post-high-school theatrical viewing. Vincent's nihilistic sarcasm cuts sharper than his tactical knife, he's no time for an fstars wife and, what he does for a living… is snuff your fuc**** life. Max and Annie stir a cauldron of chemistry halfway to a San Andreas earthquake, as the west-coast sun sets, it cools after its sun-drenched bake, no souvenirs does this indifferent killer take, keeping a pristine, clean cab, getting "lucky with the lights" and letting Annie out your cab are Max's mistakes; Vincent offers 6 crisp bills and assures his chauffer a six-stop piece of cake, but instead says Red Light, Max, pops the trunk, at gunpoint demands that he pump the brake and compels Max, from his lethargic slumber, to wake. Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair, I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out in your Barcalounger as I unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick. Collateral is the flick, so very slick, hence my fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right flick, grants satisfaction. Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Pick 5: Slick Flick Pick: A Frighteningly Unfair Fare--City of Anonymity; (Collateral, 2004) Today we will discuss a hit man's pedigree, a nocturnal murder spree and, as Vincent is a murderous machine, we never see him pee.

-Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto

 P.S. *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.

FCFU: At the 74th Oscars, Denzel beat Crowe for best actor for his performance in Training Day; Crowe lost to Spacey at the 72nd Oscars, American Beauty over The Insider. I'm still bitter about it. 

FCFU#2: Robert Blake was acquitted for the murder of his wife, in 2005, but was found liable in civil proceedings. 

Welcome, Cinematic Fanatics, to Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick flick explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile fstars cinephile. For your quaternary episode, we offer a financially victorious, critically meritorious, sweat-soaked stunts/physical labors laborious, tan, drenched muscle-bound bodies vainglorious, lone creature mimic-talking, stalking in landscape arboreous, violence visceral and notorious, and one adrenaline-fueled-gunplay-display uproarious slick flick that oozes slick narration, a lean, lightning pace, and the chief Austrian Adonis of the human race-- in equal measures. We offer you, regarding this sci-fi, action thriller-- but also a cult fuc**** fantastic classic, a never boorish auricular presentation of one of my most favorite, religiously re-watched, well-acted and shot… with slick gravitas, by a cooperative and collaborative collection of commandos, working off wholly original source material and capturing the dense, gorgeous, terrifying foliage in a slick flick sheen: Predator, circa June 1987. In honor of this Slick Flick Pick unveiling, we describe, through smooth detailing, this flick's slickness unfailing, bicep-flexing prevailing and refreshingly lean dialogue regaling. This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a quartet of genres: science fiction, action, thriller AND horror. It transitions so seamlessly between genres and oft simultaneously, in such a way, that you process it as a simple study in filmmaking sleekness. I have adored this film since the unique treat of my first youthful viewing. Dutch's torch illuminating jungle war cry makes you feel half a godd*** guy and Tarzan a girly fstars man. Dutch and Dillion greet with a kung-fu grip handshake that makes their fstars biceps shake halfway to an earthquake, in the Val Verde sun these soldiers bake, bleached skull trophies, a nimble, masked hunter does take, not rubbing your sweaty, chiseled non-dad bod in mud is YOUR mistake, Dillion deems the mission: a piece of cake, but proves a flake; but remember, cinematic fanatics, he's got a score to settle since he WOKE UP…he is awake. It came as one colossal fstars shock when Red Devil professed her undying veneration for this slick flick, but once I learned the backstory from WBK, on the unexpected romantic implications that this John McTiernan flick could muster, I knew he'd be my-copilot, Mac to my Blain, deranged and insane, on a trigger-happy campaign, welcome my co-host, whose military handle at the outpost is GHOST. Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair, I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as I unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick. Predator is the flick, so very slick, hence my fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. I am your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this slick-flick-pick prize. 

Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality...I offer you: Pick 4: Slick Flick Pick: Interplanetary Masculinity (Predator, 1987) 

-Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/Outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla. 

F.C.F.U. *The prized companion novel to Predator 2: Concrete Jungle by Nathan Archer. *Ayahuasca is the tequila that makes you hallucinate. *R.I.P. Kevin Peter Hall.

Welcome, Cinematic Fanatics, to Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile f****** cinephile. For your tertiary episode, I offer a financially successful, controversially stressful slick flick that oozes slick narration, menace and penance in equal fstars measures. I offer you, regarding this crime, drama, thriller-- but also noir, a noirish, never boorish auricular presentation of one of my most favorite, periodically re-watched, acted, with slick gravitas, by a cooperative and collaborative collection of actors, working off a historically questionable novel and capturing grim, grimy Hell's Kitchen in a slick flick sheen: Sleepers, circa October 1996. In honor of this Slick Flick Pick unveiling, I describe, through smooth detailing, this flick's slickness unfailing, noir prevailing and rich dialogue regaling. This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a quartet of genres: noir, drama, crime and a thriller. It transitions so seamlessly between genres and oft simultaneously, in such a way, that you process it as a simple study in filmmaking sleekness. I have adored this film since the unique treat of my first viewing. The matter of this film's subject is tough, rough, demoralizing and demonizing, it takes you to an abusive darkness and all the way fstars through it; however, though there is an initial plight at the end of this emotionally exhausting tunnel, there is, too, a light. We, as the audience are aggrieved and bereaved halfway through, but revenge is achieved, and we feel oddly relieved. The exhaustive journey this film requires of you is the sole reason it is a periodically rewatched flick, not a habitually rewatched one. While Red Devil appreciates the slickness of Sleepers, it carries with it a disturbing sickness in its evil illustration of her favorite pork-laced actor: Kevin fstars Bacon. Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair, I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as I unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick. Sleepers is the flick, so very slick, hence my fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. I am your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this slick-flick-pick prize.

***Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Priest on the Stand, Three Stubs in Hand (Sleepers, 1996) Today we will discuss an apt prologue, a congested, jammed justice system our quartet will unclog, and Brad Pitt/Michael can't finish his hot dog!

- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.

F.C.F.U(Fact-Check Follow up) The score of Executive Decision was composed by Jerry Goldsmith and the Score of American History X was composed by Anne Dudley. 

Welcome, Cinematic Fanatics, to Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile f****** cinephile. For your secondary episode, I offer a congressionally selected film successfully admitted into the National Film Registry as it proved culturally, historically and/or aesthetically significant and noirish, never boorish auricular presentation of one of our most favorite, most frequently re-watched, most colorful characters embodied by our man… Jack fucking Nicholson, working off a stellar screenplay and capturing old Los Angeles in a fresh, contemporary gorgeous gloss : Chinatown, circa June 1974. In honor of this Slick Flick Pick unveiling, I describe, through smooth detailing, this flick's slickness unfailing, noir prevailing and rich dialogue regaling. This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a trio of genres: noir, mystery, and drama. It transitions so seamlessly between genres and oft simultaneously, in such a way, that you process it as a simple study in filmmaking sleekness. I have adored this film since the unique treat of my first viewing. Imagine, if you can, that bliss multiplied by a factor of two the moment I realized that Red Devil expressed a reverence for this film, meeting, if not exceeding, even my own. Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair, I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as we unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick. Chinatown is the flick, so very slick, hence my fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. I am your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this slick-flick-pick prize.

Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality. Here is Nosebleeds, False Leads and Misdeeds (Chinatown, 1974)

- Your worthwhile cinephiles: co-host Red Devil and Falsetto 

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.

If you have a preference for a reference: Cinematic data pulled from IMBD, Rogert Ebert's four-star review of Chinatown and the book: Chinatown (from the BFI Film Classics Series) by Michael Eaton

F.C.F.U(Fact-Check Follow up) Halloween, Jaws and Raiders of the Lost Ark were all selected and inaugurated into the National Film Registry.